"I- uh- I put down some paper that I have finished with and he- it -I suppose eats is the descriptor I would use for an animal... it consumes it. I feel if I didn't provide it with that it would just smoulder out," Caleb shrugged, not really sure how else to phrase it. And of course he was always going to provide it with paper.
Caleb's eyebrows raised at the mention of Molly, scratching the back of his neck. "He told me he had one, yes. He told me Jester did it for him. I believe he is going to come over later today and show me in person. I'm sure it's very good. Jester is very talented." He just really hoped his friends wouldn't try and persuade him to get one. He didn't need one. And he hated the part of his brain that said he might reconsider if Molly asked. He didn't want to be that guy.